I first read it during a summer break between 11th and 12th grade, and again a decade ago. Many of its particulars have faded into the hazy recesses of my memory, but one quotation from the book remains crystal clear. I think of it almost every day, when I read the news, or watch a friend struggle, or wonder about the meaning of things.

It is this:

Living fire begets cold, impotent ash.

Sometimes the line – just six words long – feels pessimistic. As in, all’s for naught.

But more often, the line comforts me. As in, whatever feels threatening or challenging now will eventually fade into ash, which can then be swept into the corner.

Thanks, Mr. Achebe. I know it wasn’t your intention as an artist to salve the anxiety of some guy in Colorado, but as a side effect to your artistically important and politically influential life’s work, that’s exactly what you did.